boundaries for me to set rules
companions lie in fields of mules
for me, can i see the sky
not even a slice of that pie
salvation, self-preservation
levitate, it's my projection
don't purport your happier sky
not even a slice of that pie
blackness surrounds the only light
carried in my recesses, trite
rainbows live in the outside sky
not even a slice of that pie
very nice. you play well in the form..you also acomplish a fairly nice journey in few lines...and end seemingly on a high note...
ReplyDeletetrite rainbows...I like the way you combine words in your work!
ReplyDeletei can soooo see that field of mules:)
ReplyDeletei have to wade through a few of those, too.
-Jennifer
Some very unexpected juxtapositions carry the day.
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